A/N: KatieOliver for MelodyPond77.

Katie watched impatiently, waiting for the whistle to blow so thegame would start. She was waiting for one player in particular: Puddlemere United's Keeper, her very own Oliver Wood.

Last week, Briggston had fallen of his broom and was now in St. Mungo's with a concussion. Oliver had been so excited that he could play again - it had been ages - and at such an important match as well, that she'd had to press him to send Briggston a 'Get well' card. "Nobody likes a person who gloats over other people's misery," she had reminded him.

Puddlemere was up against the Wigtown Wanderers today and the stakes were high. If they won, they'd win the competition.

At last, the whistle sounded and fifteen brooms rose in the air. From where she was seated, Katie had a good view on Puddlemere's goalposts and by extension, on Oliver. She cheered louder than anyone when Oliver made his first save.

For the next twenty minutes he had little to do. The Wanderers scored once, but they were mostly busy preventing Puddlemere from scoring. Oliver was scanning the crowds and she grinned. She knew he was searching for her, but they were a field apart.

He missed the next Quaffle.

"Come on, Oliver, focus!" she yelled, although he could not hear her.

-0o0-

The match went on for over two hours, ending in a 200-170 victory for Puddlemere, winning them the competition. Oliver had been great. "We won!" Katie yelled and hugged the Puddlemere fan next to her, then quickly let go, muttering excuses while her face sturned crimson.

"Katie Bell!"

She looked up startled when she heard Oliver's voice booming through the stadion. She saw Oliver flying towards her, while she was suddenly in a spotlight. The crowd was falling silent, watching in anticipation at what was happening.

Oliver halted right in front of her and took a deep breath. She was getting nervous now, for she suddenly had an idea where this was going. But that couldn't be, right? He had always said that it was nothing for him and they were happy the way they were and...

"My dear Katie," Oliver spoke, shaking her from her thoughts. His voice was magnified by a Sonorus spell. "We've been together for a few years now and all that time you've supported me in everything I did. You put up with my trainings schedule, my absences during the competition and my bad temper at every match lost."

The crowd laughed.

"I've always said I'm not the marrying type. I know you want to, but you've come to accept it. However, I made myself a promise: If we were to win the competition, I'd propose to you. So... Katie, will you marry me?"

Katie didn't know whether she should laugh or cry. "Only if you're three hundred percent sure."

Oliver looked hurt. "Of course I am!"

"Then yes!"

"She said yes, ladies and gentlemen!" Oliver bellowed.

And amidst a roar of applause and wolf whistles, he kissed her.